Colour is only skin deep
June 21, 2006 by lorddeathchin
The leaves are green in Spring,
Brown in the Autumn winds,
None in the chill of Winter,
Colours are all around us.
The splendor of colours,
Display the magnificence of Nature,
Able to draw on the living canvas,
Able to create arts in which we only follow.
Within this range of vibrant colours,
Lay one of its darkest histories,
for it is this shade of brown, black and white,
Bring out so much beauty and decay.
Colour is only skin deep,
The shade of white, brown and black,
Each of different origin,
Each born on the same earth.
A species with the name of Homosapiens,
Is now that of a family,
with its members of Caucasians, Asians and Africans,
Divided are these of the same gene.
We are no longer segregated by geography,
But by the colour which nature bestowed,
We view them with suspicion,
Even though we speak the same language.
In the name of Superiority,
The blade smites tha of the Inferior,
To subjugate and to humiliate,
All believing only they are superior.
The enmity of the large divide,
Blinds us of scene of reality,
Each choosing to help their brethren,
When all are brothers and sisters.
We pound, slice and mince,
Those of different shade of colour,
Have not the value of life,
As those of the same.
We become ever so sensitive,
Every gesture is read as hostile,
How has it ever came to such extent,
How has it ever reach this day?
Colour is only skin deep,
Words that can only be uttered,
By the enlightened of our age,
Scorned by the vile and proud.
Colour is only skin deep,
Open thy third eye to see,
See beyond that you see,
Then only will you See.
